pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

WHAT GOD IS THIS?

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Nativity by Gertrude Kasebier c 1901

Following the angel’s appearance months ago,
A young woman – mystified, yet willing –

Subjected herself to ridicule

While readying for the baby whose presence

Began making itself evident.
 

Then came the night
On the heels of a long and arduous journey

In humbleness of setting and witness.
 

How prepared was the young woman’s weary body
And emotion-laden heart

For the miracle of birth,
Let alone this Miracle of Birth – this holy night

That culminates in pulling her newborn son to her breast,

Offering life-giving milk

To the very One who created life,

And came to offer it eternal.
 

What God is this who would choose this humble,
Implausible means

Out of love for a sinner?
 

My God.

My God…

 

©  2013, Marie Elena Good

BUT, WAIT!

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Photo credit:  Everett Collection

 

I wanted

I needed

I begged

I pleaded

I coveted

I must

I craved

I lust

I hungered

I yearned

I hankered

I burned

I pined

I panted

I thirst

I ranted

I longed

I itched

For what I pitched.

© Marie Elena Good, 2009

LONGING

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I long for a world
Not riddled with sin
Where the earth is kind,
And the people therein.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2009

POSSIBILITIES

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Creation is fluent
in the art of possibilities.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2009

LOCKED LIPS

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Image credit:  Dreamstime.com royalty-free images

In case you ever wondered:

She lives, breathes,
And has had her share of heartache,
But
Enjoys life to the fullest.

She is married (happily)
Christian (joyously)
Nonna (blissfully)
Aging (gracefully?)
Content (mercifully)

And yes,

you were her first
kiss.

P.S.  She no longer wears braces.

 

© Marie Elena Good 2009

TODDLERS’ ECONOMY

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What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine.
Remember this, and we’ll be fine.

E-con-oh-me? Not for the wee!
E-con- NO! MY! economy.

© Marie Elena Good 2009

Mother of Exiles

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Photo credit:  “Bill” of lovethispic.com

Silent lips call not the privileged,
But the pillaged –
Lifted lamp in hand, pursuing
Pomp’s undoing.
Mother of Exiles’ mild eyes
Don’t canonize ennoblement,
Nor demonize the waifs’ lament.
Her lamp is lit,
Her mission, writ –
“Send these,” her timeless, ceaseless plea.
Dear homeless, come. Be loved. Breathe free.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2016

ONE

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Photo credit:  Deanna Marie Metts

One heart was freed
One soul was saved
One life unchained
One sentence waived
One died for me
One took my place
One sacrifice
One act of grace
One Holy God
One Trinity
One Perfect Lamb
One thankful me

© copyright 2009, Marie Elena Good

SLOW WRITER (a dizain)

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In the time it took to write this dizain,
I should have lost weight.  So why didn’t I?
Well truly, Sugar, I just can’t explain.
You’d think it would be as easy as pie.
I’m just in a jam.  Can’t figure out why.
Computer cookies! Could there be a link?
My appetite for the sweet flow of ink?
Digesting rhymes in the grocery aisle?
The weight of my words?  It all makes me think.
I wonder. Let me chew on that awhile.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2016

UNWANTED (Sonnetina Tre for an unplanned child)

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A life that’s wanted is a life that’s life.
Unwanted life? Disposable tissue.
So at what point does life become a life?
Unplanned or planned – too often the issue.

The silent scream of babies ripped apart
Is deafening to me – I can’t be still
And not express what grieves my beating heart
While theirs are halted at another’s will.

What right have we to turn a woman’s womb
Into an unplanned baby’s living tomb?

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2016